Hello. This is my first post here, but I've been reading things here for quite a while now. I LOVE the Spartan Chronicles! I've read about the entire thing now, except the recient updates.
All that reading has given me the idea to create my own story like that. Below is Part one, titled "Echus Cliff" The factions Jasonains and the PLR are both my custom factions. Names have been altered to protect the innocent, etc. etc.
Please tell me what you think, including if it sucks. I really do want to hear what you have to say about this.
Echus Aftermath
Part 1: Echus Cliff
General Ramirez stood on the side of the sheer cliff that 7th Jasonian base Echus Overlook was best known for. Behind him stood another man: more calm, more alert, and certainly in more power. Both were dressed in simple Jasonian technician uniforms. But neither of them were wearing helmets or life-support gear; only simple air scrubbers. The fierce winds of high Echus Cliff tore at them, but the air in Jasonia was the freshest on Planet, and it felt so nice on Ramirez’s face after so long indoors.
With no warning, the second figure walked up next to him. Scowling, he threw a stone off the cliff. “The PLR is going to pay for this one.”
That man, of course, was Jason; supreme commander of the Jasonian forces and visionary of the future. He longed for the day when he could walk on Planet without any breathing tools. These “scrubbers” they have were their latest breakthough, but they were effective only in Jasonia where their many factories constantly created an imitation of Earth’s air.
‘Oh, it had been hard the first few years,’ Ramirez recalled. Getting the proper industry set up had taken many years and used almost all of their mineral resources. Even now it still had a strain on their manufacturing capacity. Even so, things now were a bit easier. They had founded this newest base, Echus Overlook, over twenty years ago. Things were proceeding s Jason had planned.
At least, so it seemed. But that was before the unidentified Recon Rovers had appeared pretty much on Underhill’s doorstep and demanded to talk directly to Jason himself. Those rovers were PLR, President Drew’s faction. Negotiations were short, war broke out, and Jasonia sadly had to devote precious resources to military operations. ‘I’ll never forget the moment that Drew’s cocky grin appeared on Underhills’ main computer screen…’
“Ahh… the familiar face of Jason. The leader of the so called ‘Jasonians.’ Heh heh… still making those plots of yours Jay?” Drew had said.
“Jasonian business is no business of yours, Drew. What do you want? Why have you invaded my territory with your rovers?” Jason’s hands began to secretly start typing something into the datalink.
“To be honest, your ‘terraforming methods’ bother me. I will not stand here while you suck up Planet’s vital resources in this crazy scheme of yours. I demand that you cut me a share. Either you must give the base “Echus Overlook” to me, or you must give me 200 credits. Refuse both, and I will have to take action.”
Jason couldn’t supress a chuckle there. He typed one more key on the datalink. Immediately a message had appeared on my datapad. ‘Alert the laser squads. Ready them to attack on my signal.’ I quickly relayed the message to the squad commander.
“Oh really Drew. Is this how you treat your old friend. But… times are tough. I need to discuss this with my advisers. I’ll give the message to your men waiting so patiently outside my capital.” Jason gave Drew his best-defeated look, and I knew something was up.
“Ah… I’m glad you see it my way Jason. I’ll instruct my men to be waiting for a response on this frequency. Don’t keep them waiting.” At that, Drew broke the link.
“That idiot! Who does he think we are? I will not be bullied into giving one square inch of Jasonian land, nor one single credit to that fiend. Ramirez!”
I snapped to attention. “Yes sir! Your order, sir?”
I could tell Jason was steamed. “Jam their coms, then give the order to attack. I want no messages to get out from them. I want no survivors. That should be a nice clear message for that fool Drew.”
I was horrified, but he was right. We needed to make our stand here and now. So I sent the message. The Recon Rovers were eliminated, and since then no PLR transmissions were received, nor any signs of a 2nd attack sensed, in almost 15 long years. Nothing but silence from the PLR border, wherever it was.
Until now. Ramirez shuttered as he snapped back to the present and took another look at the wasteland below him. Last week, Jasonian ‘formers were completing a lush green forest in this spot. Now, the ‘formers and the forest were charred and scattered over the landscape.
Finally Ramirez found his voice, “They had no warning. The PLR Missile Rovers came right out of the fungus…” He trailed off, feeling stupid. Of course Jason already knew that.
“Yes… but look. There is wreckage of six rovers down there. Six rovers. Our unarmed, no armor, non-combat terraformers managed to inflict 60% losses on the PLR invaders. Our men were talented. Were there any survivors? I’d like to know what exactly happened down there.”
Ramirez checked his trusty datapad, “Yes. There are seven of them, and five with only minor scrapes. They are all at the Echus government Research Hospital until 11:00 tomorrow, when the five fine ones are being released.”
Jason pondered this for a moment then replied, “Contact the hospital and set up a meeting for me with those five, then contact HQ and inform them I’ll be returning a little behind schedule.”
“At once, lord-general!” Ramirez made a quick salute, then turned back to his datapad.
For the first time all week, Commander Jason smiled, “I do wish you would stop calling me that Zak.”
Zak Ramirez only grinned and typed up his commander’s request.
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- Commander Jason
All that reading has given me the idea to create my own story like that. Below is Part one, titled "Echus Cliff" The factions Jasonains and the PLR are both my custom factions. Names have been altered to protect the innocent, etc. etc.
Please tell me what you think, including if it sucks. I really do want to hear what you have to say about this.
Echus Aftermath
Part 1: Echus Cliff
General Ramirez stood on the side of the sheer cliff that 7th Jasonian base Echus Overlook was best known for. Behind him stood another man: more calm, more alert, and certainly in more power. Both were dressed in simple Jasonian technician uniforms. But neither of them were wearing helmets or life-support gear; only simple air scrubbers. The fierce winds of high Echus Cliff tore at them, but the air in Jasonia was the freshest on Planet, and it felt so nice on Ramirez’s face after so long indoors.
With no warning, the second figure walked up next to him. Scowling, he threw a stone off the cliff. “The PLR is going to pay for this one.”
That man, of course, was Jason; supreme commander of the Jasonian forces and visionary of the future. He longed for the day when he could walk on Planet without any breathing tools. These “scrubbers” they have were their latest breakthough, but they were effective only in Jasonia where their many factories constantly created an imitation of Earth’s air.
‘Oh, it had been hard the first few years,’ Ramirez recalled. Getting the proper industry set up had taken many years and used almost all of their mineral resources. Even now it still had a strain on their manufacturing capacity. Even so, things now were a bit easier. They had founded this newest base, Echus Overlook, over twenty years ago. Things were proceeding s Jason had planned.
At least, so it seemed. But that was before the unidentified Recon Rovers had appeared pretty much on Underhill’s doorstep and demanded to talk directly to Jason himself. Those rovers were PLR, President Drew’s faction. Negotiations were short, war broke out, and Jasonia sadly had to devote precious resources to military operations. ‘I’ll never forget the moment that Drew’s cocky grin appeared on Underhills’ main computer screen…’
“Ahh… the familiar face of Jason. The leader of the so called ‘Jasonians.’ Heh heh… still making those plots of yours Jay?” Drew had said.
“Jasonian business is no business of yours, Drew. What do you want? Why have you invaded my territory with your rovers?” Jason’s hands began to secretly start typing something into the datalink.
“To be honest, your ‘terraforming methods’ bother me. I will not stand here while you suck up Planet’s vital resources in this crazy scheme of yours. I demand that you cut me a share. Either you must give the base “Echus Overlook” to me, or you must give me 200 credits. Refuse both, and I will have to take action.”
Jason couldn’t supress a chuckle there. He typed one more key on the datalink. Immediately a message had appeared on my datapad. ‘Alert the laser squads. Ready them to attack on my signal.’ I quickly relayed the message to the squad commander.
“Oh really Drew. Is this how you treat your old friend. But… times are tough. I need to discuss this with my advisers. I’ll give the message to your men waiting so patiently outside my capital.” Jason gave Drew his best-defeated look, and I knew something was up.
“Ah… I’m glad you see it my way Jason. I’ll instruct my men to be waiting for a response on this frequency. Don’t keep them waiting.” At that, Drew broke the link.
“That idiot! Who does he think we are? I will not be bullied into giving one square inch of Jasonian land, nor one single credit to that fiend. Ramirez!”
I snapped to attention. “Yes sir! Your order, sir?”
I could tell Jason was steamed. “Jam their coms, then give the order to attack. I want no messages to get out from them. I want no survivors. That should be a nice clear message for that fool Drew.”
I was horrified, but he was right. We needed to make our stand here and now. So I sent the message. The Recon Rovers were eliminated, and since then no PLR transmissions were received, nor any signs of a 2nd attack sensed, in almost 15 long years. Nothing but silence from the PLR border, wherever it was.
Until now. Ramirez shuttered as he snapped back to the present and took another look at the wasteland below him. Last week, Jasonian ‘formers were completing a lush green forest in this spot. Now, the ‘formers and the forest were charred and scattered over the landscape.
Finally Ramirez found his voice, “They had no warning. The PLR Missile Rovers came right out of the fungus…” He trailed off, feeling stupid. Of course Jason already knew that.
“Yes… but look. There is wreckage of six rovers down there. Six rovers. Our unarmed, no armor, non-combat terraformers managed to inflict 60% losses on the PLR invaders. Our men were talented. Were there any survivors? I’d like to know what exactly happened down there.”
Ramirez checked his trusty datapad, “Yes. There are seven of them, and five with only minor scrapes. They are all at the Echus government Research Hospital until 11:00 tomorrow, when the five fine ones are being released.”
Jason pondered this for a moment then replied, “Contact the hospital and set up a meeting for me with those five, then contact HQ and inform them I’ll be returning a little behind schedule.”
“At once, lord-general!” Ramirez made a quick salute, then turned back to his datapad.
For the first time all week, Commander Jason smiled, “I do wish you would stop calling me that Zak.”
Zak Ramirez only grinned and typed up his commander’s request.
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- Commander Jason
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